Anonymous Hacks Love

Chapter 10

       I stretch out my body in a tired bliss, my back arching. I let out a soft sigh, opening my eyes slowly. Sunlight engulfs me and a gentle breeze goes over my body. Sams shirt is hiked up revealing my pale stomach. I forget where I am, it feels like I am wrapped in a fluffy cloud.

       Then like a tidal wave everything comes crashing back to me, making me clumsily sit up, pulling my shirt back down to cover myself. I look over to the balcony to see Sam gazing at me with a welcoming smirk on his face. That's right, we slept in the same bed last night. I've never done that with a boy before. Sam walks into the room, his motions so smooth and compelling. He's unearthly in a way. Why do I feel this way? What is it that I even feel? Is it okay?  Sams voice brings me out of my thoughts,
"Good morning sleeping beauty."
       He is fully dressed, I wonder how long he has been awake. I feel my cheeks reddening as I look away from his overwhelming eyes,
"Good morning."
        He lays a delicately packaged box onto the bed, it looks similar to the one that the dress came in.
"Get ready, I'll wait for you downstairs. Use whatever you need to in the bathroom."
I turn to him and reply sharply,
"You don't need to keep buying me stuff-"
Sam cuts me off,
"I want to."
        With that he leaves. I clean myself up and open the box. There is a flowy off white romper, with lacy peach underwear and a matching bra. I pick up the lingerie with wide eyes. It doesn't mean anything, right? I do need it after all. He's just being considerate...

        I slide into the outfit he picked out for me, everything fits perfectly. I leave his room, softly shutting the door behind me. He said to meet him downstairs, but I'm not exactly sure where. This place is enormous after all. A friendly woman dusting the frames of all the paintings taps my shoulder. She tells me that Sam is waiting for me in the sunroom, giving me directions to it. I thank her. I eventually find my way to the sunroom, it's very cozy with lots of windows and lounge areas. Sam is sitting at a table with coffee and two plates of food. He has the coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. I sit down across from him where the other plate of food is, assuming it is for me. Sam looks up and smile,
"I wasn't sure what you wanted so I just had the chief make you an omelette and a side of fruit, sense you're vegetarian."
I raise an eyebrow at him,
"Thank you, but how'd you know that?"
Same replies with a smirk,
"I just know things Rose."
        I roll my eyes playfully at him with a grin. The food is delicious, I eat every last bite. Maybe a little too fast... Sam chuckles,
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
My eyes sparkle as I look up at him,
"It was so good!"
        I think I catch a little blush on his face, making me hold back a laugh. Sam stands up and nudges his head towards the way out.
"I can drive you home if you're ready."
        I nod and follow him to his car. He opens the passenger door for me, inside is another box with my phone on top of it. I completely forgot about my phone, I look up at him and he answers the questions I didn't ask yet,
"It's the silk dress."
My words rush out,
"O-oh, it is yours! You bought it so-"
He laughs,
"I'm not planning on wearing a dress anytime soon, plus it looks way too good on you."

        Sam starts the car and turns on the radio. The windows are rolled down as he drives along the twisty roads back to my house. My hair gets tossed around by the wind as I calmly stare out the window. I turn on my phone, immediately opening my text messages. I stare at Abbys name. I want to ask her if she got home okay, but then I remember the kiss, why would she do that? she might not even remember, she was really drunk. She got so upset with me though. I turn of my phone and sigh, Sam glances over at me with concern.
        He pulls into my driveway. As I walk around the car I stop at his door, putting a hand on the cars windowsill. He looks deeply into my eyes with an unreadable expression. I say as an impulse,
"Thank you, Sam."
"You don't need to keep thanking me, Rose."
        I smile softly, making a smile appear on his face. I wave goodbye to him as I walk to My front door. I feel a sadness as I hear his car drive away. I wonder if he feels it too. My house is empty, lonely. I am use to that feeling. I don't have many friends, Abby has really been the only person I can call my friend. I miss her, but she probably needs space. I am use to the lonely feeling though, I've become accustomed to it.  The feeling always lingering in the background.
        I am okay with it. I flop down onto my bed with my arms out. After all it will always just be me in the end. As I stare at my ceiling the feeling is all I'm left with, maybe it's all I am. I can't help but want someone by my side right now though. My mind wonders back to last night, my body embraced by Sams. His strong arms holding me safely, I want that. I don't think I have ever felt safer before.

        The days go by slowly, Abby doesn't text me. I see her outside sometimes. She seems to be just as cheerful as always. Does she even miss me? Did she ever care about me? I have recoiled to myself, I just want to be alone right now. I keep telling that to myself everyday. The door to my room shut, curtains pulled, just me sitting here. Staring at the glaring screen of my phone, ignoring all my notifications. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I don't want to be a bother.
        I keep swiping away notifications from Sam, why does he keep texting me? I look down at my pajamas, I have worn them for awhile. I should change my clothes. I dig through my drawers, pulling out the peach lingerie that Sam bought for me. Sam, I should text him back. I put it on and twirl around in my mirror. Music blast as I Analyze my body in the mirror. As I am about to put on some actual clothes I hear a knock on my door. I whip around, startled. Who is tha-
The door flys open and Sam is standing in the door way with Lola. I scream, my face turning a hot red. Sam stands frozen in the door way, his eyes wide. Lola covers her mouth as she giggles at Sam. I cover my body with one hand and the other races to slam the door in their face. I slide down to the ground, leaning against the door. I whispers yell to myself,
"Fuck."